Personally, I’d rather be devoured by a terrifying man-wolf than to have one burst into my house just to butt-scoot around for twenty minutes. There’s something decidedly unnerving about that motion. Too bad taking that werewolf to the vet[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m not sure which is worse, really, to be feared but respected as a villain or to be adored and mocked while being chased around by screeching fan girls…Either way, things don’t seem that great for monsters. Those guys just[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
First place isn’t the best if you don’t get to live to enjoy it. Of course, it’s the bronze medalists that really get screwed…poor bastards. And yes, I’m aware that gold medals are actually mostly silver! Unfortunately, nit-picking doesn’t make[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I always thought of werewolfism as being sort of like getting black-out drunk. You start out perfectly human and/or sober, but as the night goes on, things start to change. Everything gets sort of hazy and you start to feel[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…